Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
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Thursday, 27 May 2010
Feminism
Spent the evening in the pub talking about feminism and I didn't get bored once.
Her eyes glazed over once or twice but I revived her with obsequience and cider.
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